My Ravishing Daughter-in-Law

I truly was built strong—could last over an hour every time. Hell, sometimes I even wondered if my wife's early death had something to do with me wearing her out.

Before I could figure out how to answer, Chloe pressed closer. "Mr. Edison, if you're really feeling that pent up… maybe I could help you out."

Her soft body leaned against mine, her full breasts pressing into my arm. I immediately felt her warmth and the firm give of her figure.

I'd been single for years, and with my size, saying I had no needs would've been a lie. But no matter how desperate I was, how could I let my own son's wife take care of it?

Besides, I didn't understand. She was young and beautiful. Why would she set her sights on an old man like me?

"Sweetheart, this… this really isn't right."

"Haha, Mr. Edison, look at you, all flustered. I was just joking." She pulled back her heated gaze and broke into a light laugh.

So it was just a joke. I'd almost taken it seriously. And shamefully, I felt a flicker of disappointment.

Just then the bus arrived. We got on. Rush hour—the bus was packed shoulder to shoulder. We barely managed to squeeze our way to the middle.

"Mr. Edison, could you stand behind me? These men keep pressing up against me." She spoke in a low voice.

I looked around. Sure enough, a few guys near her were eyeing her with ill intent, edging closer. I stepped forward, and she naturally sank back against my chest.

Whether it was the violent swaying of the bus or she was doing it on purpose, her plump backside kept pushing backward.

Soon I felt a swelling pressure down below, a fire rushing straight to my head. My breathing grew ragged.

I tried desperately to angle my hips back, hoping she wouldn't notice. Then the driver slammed the brakes. The momentum threw me forward, and I crushed my entire body against her.

"Mmm… ah…"

A soft moan escaped her lips. She turned her head. We were so close her tender lips nearly brushed my neck.

Her face flushed crimson. She dropped her voice even lower. "Mr. Edison… are you getting hard?!"

Embarrassment hit me, but so did shock. Since when was she this bold? Saying things like that to me. Was she… seducing me?

I cleared my throat, at a loss for words.

To my surprise, she leaned in again and teased, "Mr. Edison, I never knew Finn fell so short compared to you."

As she spoke, she snuck a hand and brushed it against the front of my pants.

"Guess I should've met you first instead."

That touch only made things worse. What was she trying to do? If she kept this up, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from committing a real sin.

Thankfully, someone got off the bus and she found a seat.

We reached her friend's place, packed up the luggage, and called a moving van.

After loading everything in, she mentioned there was still a motorcycle left. I offered to ride it and told her to follow with the van.

But she said she was worried I wouldn't find the way.

I'd barely held myself together just now. I knew that any more close contact and I'd cross a line I couldn't come back from. I was about to insist I could navigate on my own, but before I could open my mouth, she'd already sent the van off.

I had no choice but to put on the helmet and get on the bike. To my surprise, she didn't sit behind me. Instead, she slipped in under my arm and straddled the seat in front.

"Mr. Edison, let's go!"

She glanced back at me with a charming smile. Her faint perfume stirred my whole body.

Even through our pants, I could feel the warmth radiating from her round, plump backside. My body stirred again.

"Cough, cough…" I used the cough to mask my restlessness and embarrassment.

Maybe I was too worked up. I twisted the throttle all the way. The sudden jolt threw her backward, and she landed right against my hardness.